FYN

作词 : Kel P Vibes/KDaGreat

作曲 : Kel P Vibes/KDaGreat

[Intro: Rema]

Straight out of BC

We takin' the sound to the world you see

They don't really like me talkin' my shit like the OGs did

They hatin' on me cause I'm a

[Refrain]

Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Bimmer

Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Bimmer (It's Kel P vibes)

Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar

Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar

[Verse 1: Rema]

Wake up in the mornin' then I cook up in the kitchen

Put some water in the cup, ice freezin'

Seein' clips from last night, intriguin'

I can't remember that chick I was kissin'

Couldn't even get her number

Hatin'-ass niggas dem envy

When I dey with their babe in the VIP lounge

It's a young boy, fresh P Star life

Seven zero P, yeah, Star life

Me and my niggas, we dey chop life

Top-notch models on my bedside

All white shoes dem Off-White

Chat nonsense to me, I'ma go offline

Miami beach, chillin' with the baddest bitch

**** her in the west, then I fly her to the south side

[Chorus: Rema]

Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh

Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh

Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh

Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh

Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh

Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh

Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh

Them never see this kind thing

[Verse 2: Rema]

Yes, I'm a fresh young nigga

Celebrity crush in my villa

Take off her skirt and I give it to her

Raw, raw, raw

She want it raw, raw, raw

She said don't stop, stop, stop

She like it when I hit it from the bottom to the top

Then I took her for a ride, ride, ride

Cruisin' in the sun side

Fast money, fast life

Niggas wanna take my life

Yeah, yeah, why?

[Chorus: Rema & AJ Tracey]

Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh

Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh

Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh

Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh

Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh

Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh

Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh

Them never see this kind thing (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]

I'm the youngest nigga doin' this fly shit (Tracey)

And I ain't talkin' 'bout essentials my nigga (Uh)

I'm talkin' about the penthouse or the Arabic villa (That one)

Or the fresh Cuban cigars with the cannabis filler (Woah)

I'm on a different kind of time (That's right)

I grab the sea bass with the chopsticks and hit it with the lime (One time)

Ain't no askin' about my lady, you can bet that she's fine (Fine)

Body like the fourty-two and she gets better with time, yeah (Boo-boo)

The Maybach leather came in elephant's breath

These kind of colours you don't know unless your earnings are blessed (Bling-blow)

Threw some shots of opposition not for war just a test (Uh)

Intoxicated by revenge, this heat is burning his chest (Cling, cling)

I got this suit in navy blue, but chose the burgundy breast

AP fresh, my watch collection murder the rest (Bling-blow)

You're hearin' lies, if you ain't heard, I'm the best

Me and Rema got the remedy to purge you the stress, uh

[Chorus: Rema]

Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh

Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh

Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh

Small boy, but I mighty, uh-huh

Ain't nobody fly like me, uh-huh

Spendin' on expensive shit, uh-huh

Neck and my wrist icy, uh-huh

Them never see this kind thing

[Refrain]

Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Bimmer

Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Bimmer

Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar

Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar

Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Bimmer

Fresh young nigga cruisin' in a Bimmer

Fresh young nigga puffin' on a cigar